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[Azazel & Rhoderick and Almond]

Azazel stepped down from the stage with a sigh of relief. He and Rhoderick had been summoned to the platform to demonstrate their trait. Rather, Azazel had been summoned, and he excitedly leapt down, breaching the 15 foot limit, and dragging Rhoderick with him, over the heads of the university students sitting in the Lecture hall. He had landed rather unceremoniously, before getting up, dusting himself off, and joining his redheaded brother, muttering and grumbling about something.

Azazel had rather effectively turned a rather dead looking onion back alive again, and took a bite out of it. He then set it down, and focused his will, and it, slowly at first, but with increasing speed, started to rot and decay. With a 'hmph' of satisfaction he had turned to the stunned audience, and bowed.

Rhoderick looked impressed despite himself, and clapped his brother on the shoulder. Azazel smiled, and the audience was dismissed. It was then he stepped from the stage to retrieve his things. Rhoderick had stayed oddly quiet throughout the whole procedure.

Rhoderick usually had some snide stupid remark to make, and Azazel took great delight in hitting him quite hard to get him to stop being so miserable. While it usually shut him up, he wasn't certain that it stopped him being miserable.

"That was quick." Rhoderick told his brother, a touch of content even touching his words. "We haven't been at this all too long, and you made it look easy." He said, his voice returning to it's usual melancholic tone. Rhoderick had always been miserable. It was in his nature. He had long ago proudly declared that he had accepted it, and was ready to move on. However, instead of pride, the emotion was closer to bitterness.

"Thanks." Came Azazel's reply, as they both packed their things. "I mean," He continued. "Remember when my sleeves kept unravelling when we met Chloe and Roxanne?" He asked, oblivious to the fact that that particular meeting still caused Rhoderick a great deal of emotional pain. Rhoderick winced visibly and replied in the most level voice he possessed.

"Yes. It's the same thing pretty much." He finished Azazel's point for him. They had been doing that a lot recently. His red headed brother simply nodded in earnest. Rhoderick had looked for the pair in every lecture they'd been to, but most of his lectures involved demon things, and magical etiquette, as opposed to music and hand-to-hand combat. He'd even considered taking up the latter class just so he could make amends. He knew that if he couldn't even apologize, he'd never be able to look another woman in the eye.

Azazel had even offered to do all the fighting for him, and let him sit it out, and he'd asked some of the tutors about it, and they said that he was welcome to go to the classes if he so wished.

The auditorium was rapidly emptying, and Azazel looked around in disappointment. He'd wanted at least one person to come up to him and tell him how wonderfully amazing he'd been. Ok, maybe he hadn't been that amazing, but bringing an onion back to life was pretty cool. He'd almost expected someone to ask him if he could do it with people. He wasn't sure about that. He knew that he could reverse the process of decay, if the stuff they had decayed from was still there in some form or another. But he didn't know that if he reversed decay on a dead person, whether they'd come to life, or whether they'd just un-decay while remaining dead.

He laughed a merry little laugh. "Oh well." He said to himself, flipping his bag's strap over his shoulder. Just then, he noticed someone walking towards him. Apparently someone did want to congratulate him.

[Ithica Pettineo]

He poked his head over a desk, watching as the rest of the students filed out of the room. Ithica had been in the room when the two had demonstrated their Trait on an onion, and he had been amazed. His own trait frustrated him to no end; it seemed that he accidentally brought things to life at the drop of a hat, but when he wanted to Animate something, his efforts went unnoticed. But that guy had definitely controlled his trait with that onion.

"Why don't you just go say hi?" Rosie whispered.

"Be quiet, I didn't Animate you," he grumbled.

She huffed. "Yes you did, dummy. Your arm hit me." She mopily went back inside of his bag and remained silent. He shook his fist at her and went back to watching the two brothers from his hiding spot.

As the two demons seemed to be getting ready to leave, Ithica stood up quickly and walked over to them. When Azazel looked at him, he stumbled off-balance for a moment. Rosie kicked him from inside of his bag and he straightened.

"Hi! I'm Ithica Pettineo!" he greeted, walking closer nervously and offering his hand out. "I like what you did to the onion. Well, I mean, not that I'm happy that you took a big bite out of it and ate it. I don't really like how onions taste unless they're in other types of food, you know? They're just so..I dunno, onion-y," he rambled. Another kick from inside of the bag.

Ithica bit the inside of his cheek. "Anyway, I was saying that.. erm, you seem to have a lot of control over your Trait. It's pretty neat.." he trailed off, glancing down at his feet sheepishly. His social skills were as lousy as ever.

[ooc; :/ I'm sorry. All the brewing in the world couldn't make this post decent.]

[Azazel & Rhoderick and Almond]

Azael launched forward enthusiastically to shake Ithica's hand. He noticed that he had been talking to himself earlier, and the red-headed demon found that somewhat odd. He never talked to himself. Or maybe it was that he always assumed that Rhoderick was listening.

He thought nothing of the name Pettineo. However, Ithica instantly reminded him of the word "Ethical", and his eyes lit up.

Ethical Petticoat he mouthed, as Ithica went on to talk about onions. Azazel was usually against the eating of non-green vegetables, being of the opinion that all of them were morally wrong. However onions were an exception, and hearing this strange man that reminded him of a monkey say bad things about onions upset him somewhat. However, he knew better than to say anything. Not everyone liked onions, alas.

"I'm not very good. I've only been doing it for a couple weeks." He said, grinning. "Though..." he contemplated. "I think I broke out of Jail doing it once." he continued to beam at Ithica. "What's your trait?"

Rhoderick sighed as Ithica approached them. He'd seen the demon around with a cute little blonde girl, but she was a little young for him. Rhoderick didn't really like this guy. He seemed... jittery. He had the feeling that at some point, he might have to say "Spit it out." Which was a clear indication of his annoyance. (That is, the fact that he thought he would have to say it.)

"I'm Rhoderick." He said, introducing himself, before wearily jerking his thumb at Azazel. "And this is Azazel." he paused. "Pedestrian to meet you."

[Ithica Pettineo]

Ithica tilted his head somewhat as the red-head talked about breaking out of jail with the trait. What would they have gone to jail for? Maybe they were drug overlords. Or serial killers. Or maybe they were kidnapping serial killing drug overlords. The fact that they had come out so nonchalantly made him doubt any kidnapping murderous druggie stories that his imagination could come up with.


When asked about his trait, he shrugged and glanced at his bag. "I just bring things to life. It's not very useful. I hardly have control over it anyway," he waved off the subject. He didn't really feel like talking about his Animation; it just seemed to keep landing him into more trouble than it was worth. "But your Trait does seem like it'd have a lot of uses. Do you think you could use it to control atoms?"

As the other grumpy one began to speak, Ithica smiled politely. "Yes, I already know who you two are," he replied, deciding not to go into further lest he appear condescending (the teacher had called them up after all). He was used to people not being very friendly towards him -- hell, it was becoming rare for him to find someone who could tolerate him.

"It was very nice to meet you," he took a step away from them awkwardly. "Sorry if I interrupted you."

[Azazel & Rhoderick and Almond]

Azazel was entranced. To bring things to life. He had the image of a talking whiskey bottle, and little cigarettes that screamed their regrets as he smoked them. Not that he was sadistic, but, it wasn't like they could feel anything, and screaming cigarettes would be funny.

Azazel wasn't the best at reading people, however, Ithica's trait wasn't his favourite topic, and he could tell that. Also, the question perplexed him. He imagined that if he could control atoms, it would be greatly beneficial to him, and possibly those close to him. He imagined the possibilities to be endless. This was partially due to not actually knowing what atoms were.

"Petticoat, what's an Atom?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Rhoderick, however, was not as ready to let the half-demon's trait be dismissed. He was curious about Ithica - he seemed simply a little strange.

"You can't control it, you said? What exactly does it do?" he asked, sitting back down, and taking a drink from his hip flask. This would be interesting, he thought to himself, considering how unstable the stranger seemed.

[Ithica Pettineo]

"You don't know what an atom is?" he asked, ignoring the Petticoat quip - he had heard worse than that as a child. The fact that the demon didn't know what an atom was, however, something that Ithica found exceptionally interesting. How many years had the two been in school - any type of school? It wasn't as though knowing or not knowing what an atom consisted of was incredibly important, but it was also something that Ithi couldn't imagine not knowing.

His mind opened up the chemistry textbook that he had studied when he was taking the class and flipped to the glossary under 'atom'. "An atom is the defining structure of an element," he explained. "They're made of protons, neutrons, and electrons. Since they're the basic building blocks, they can't be broken down chemically." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Erm, but if it is broken down - using your Trait - it'd give off a lot of power. Fission, it's called."

"It was just a question. You probably shouldn't try anything like that," he advised. "Well, not that you'd listen to me. I just don't want you to accidentally blow yourselves up,"

Ithica was probably going to continue to ramble off until they left or told him to shut up if the other demon hadn't distracted him with another line of questioning. "Well, it does what I said it did. It brings things to life. And by 'things' I mean inanimate objects, not dead people. Well, I actually haven't tried it on a dead person, but I have tried it on a dead bird," he informed them.

"And I can't control it. I can just be picking something up and it'll come to life and start swearing at me. I accidentally brought my shower to life today and it said some pretty embarrassing things," he muttered. "And I can't control the thing after it comes to life. Once I brought a graveyard statue to life and it started attacking me because I was a demon. Well, half-demon, well, not that it mattered to it because I was a demon. Let me tell you, a ton of stone thwacking you does not feel pleasant."

[Azazel & Rhoderick and Almond]

Azazel stared blankly at Petticoat as he described what an 'atom' was with big words. He didn't quite understand. Quite rightly, too. Any attempts to meddle with atoms could end badly. However, they would not cause nuclear fission, as splitting an atom wasn't a natural course of decay.

Azazel was still staring at him when he started talking about blowing things up. His eyes almost started glowing his excitement was such. He'd seen several explosions in his lifetime, and another one didn't sound too bad. Too bad he hadn't listened when Petticoat explained atoms.

Azazel wandered over to his bag, sat down, and started drawing on a note-pad.

Rhoderick, however, was listening to Ithica.

"Like animating things, I'd imagine?" He asked the half-demon, wondering if he had indeed been talking to himself. The idea of animating things seemed useful to Rhoderick. Not that he had any goals in particular, apart form maybe to learn how to use his trait, and possibly find out what the crazy demon-lady wanted.

"I'm sure it'll be useful when you learn to use it." He said, begrudgingly. "How long have you been at the university, anyway?"